What do you do all day?

I find that I am constantly asked the question, 'But what do you do all day?' This is an understandable question since I went from working full time with a full time social life to being unemployed and living in a deadly boring suburb in the middle of nowheresville. So while I didn't intend for this blog to go into detail about my personal life, I feel that I should let the public know, once and for all, exactly what it is that occupies my days. And the next time anyone asks, I will merely recite the url for this post...which come to think of it, might not be all that much shorter. But anyway, here goes:

Wake up time varies between 8 am and... well, later. 8 am is my wake up time when I'm feeling proactive and energetic, which is roughly once every 2 to 3 months. Most other days I wake up 10, 11... one day I even stayed in bed till 1 pm, and even then it took an air raid siren to get me out of bed. Luckily for me, there's a bed in my safe room.

But don't think I sleep late out of laziness. No, there is a calculated logic to it. If I would wake up early, I would have to turn the dud on (in the winter) and then wait for the water to heat up, which would end up being just as late as if I'd sleep till the sun has been out for long enough to heat the water on its own. It makes perfect sense - to me, anyway.

Next, I go downstairs and no matter whether I happen to be dieting that day or not, breakfast is always pushed off until after I've had my internet fix. First comes e-mail, all 4 email addresses, then comes Facebook. Or, once and while, Facebook then email. Or sometimes even email, facebook, email... I don't really have a set schedule. My Facebook visit usually involves giving the home page a once over and then hitting the refresh button over and over again, willing something to change. Which it usually never does, considering that the rest of the world is fast asleep at that time. Mmm...sleep...

By this time, it's usually about noon and I contemplate going outside, maybe to the grocery store, maybe to the park. Inevitably though, I haven't bothered actually getting dressed, so it becomes a moot point.

So now comes the point in the day where I give my GMAT books a hostile glare, wondering why they have to be sitting on my desk, next to the computer, ruining perfectly good, relaxing computer time by provoking unwarranted pangs of guilt. Why should I feel guilty about wasting time online? I'm not taking the GMAT's for another 3 months...2 months... 4 weeks, with my parents here for 2 of those weeks...

You know what, let's not talk about the GMAT's ok?

Depending on the day of the week, it is then time to download last night's shows. Tuesdays we need to download Privileged, Wednesdays, Gossip Girl, Thursdays, Lost, and Fridays, Ugly Betty. Now, this needs to be done very carefully. The world is full of mean, vicious people who are out to get upstanding, hard working people like myself. This means I need to sit there, sifting through the pile of fakes, passwords and viruses, till I find the real show to download. See, watching tv IS work.

By this time, the day has started for folks overseas and various friend's screennames begin appearing on my buddylist, as they sign on first thing upon arriving at work. They work very hard.

The rest of the day passes quickly enough, chatting, refreshing and studiously avoiding looking at my GMAT book (damn peripheral vision!).

And then in the evenings, I relax. I unwind from a long stressful day, usually with a movie or a good book.

Offers of employment are more than welcome.